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OK, so I’m not quite at the 70-something plateau yet, but these 14 points are EXCELLENT suggestions to guide my life (or anybody’s life) RIGHT NOW. Needless to say, I don’t know the individual who originally posted this – a former neighbor of mine, whom I am Facebook Friends with, had this posted on his page and, fortunately for me, proceeded to copy it. Enjoy everybody:

Joe Becigneul

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I asked a friend who has crossed 70 & is heading towards 80 what sort of changes he is feeling in himself? He sent me the following:

1. After loving my parents, my siblings, my spouse, my children and my friends, I have now started loving myself.

2. I have realized that I am not “Atlas”. The world does not rest on my shoulders.

3. I have stopped bargaining with vegetable & fruit vendors. A few pennies more is not going to break me, but it might help the poor fellow save for his daughter’s school fees.

4. I leave my waitress a big tip. The extra money might bring a smile to her face. She is toiling much harder for a living than I am.

5. I stopped telling the elderly that they’ve already told that story many times. The story makes them walk down memory lane & relive their past.

6. I have learned not to correct people even when I know they are wrong. The onus of making everyone perfect is not on me. Peace is more precious than perfection.

7. I give compliments freely & generously. Compliments are a mood enhancer not only for the recipient, but also for me. And a small tip for the recipient of a compliment, never, NEVER turn it down, just say “Thank You.”

8. I have learned not to bother about a crease or a spot on my shirt. Personality speaks louder than appearances.

9. I walk away from people who don’t value me. They might not know my worth, but I do.

10. I remain cool when someone plays dirty to outrun me in the rat race. I am not a rat & neither am I in any race.

11. I am learning not to be embarrassed by my emotions. It’s my emotions that make me human.

12. I have learned that it’s better to drop the ego than to break a relationship. My ego will keep me aloof, whereas with relationships, I will never be alone.

13. I have learned to live each day as if it’s the last. After all, it might be the last.

14. I am doing what makes me happy. I am responsible for my happiness, and I owe it to myself. Happiness is a choice. You can be happy at any time, just choose to be!

I decided to share this for all my friends. Why do we have to wait to be 60 or 70 or 80, why can’t we practice this at any stage and age?

Originally shared to me by my cousin Marie.

Specifically, this was the Meme I attempted to post on my Facebook page and the following was the inscription I had on top of it before the Facebook Fact Checkers DEMANDED that it be Removed – but Why? [EXCELLENT POINT – Among all these Illegal Aliens coming into the U.S.A., where the BLEEP are all the Women, Kids & Senior Citizens? I hope to God I’m wrong here, but THIS just seems like a modern day version of, the ‘Trojan Horse’.]

The Gay Male Sex participants in the U.S. Senate Chamber accuse the J6 Sharmin of being a, “Shameful Disgrace”.

So the Facebook Police have chosen to “CENSOR” Yours Truly for 3 months for trying to post the aforementioned Meme – no opportunity to possibly Appeal the Decision, or even get some type of back-and-forth dialogue to talk about the situation. Why shouldn’t something like that surprise me?

Gee, I wonder if I had referred to Donald Trump as a “Dictator”, or maybe another “Adolf Hitler”, if Facebook would’ve Censored something like that for a couple months? Somehow, I seriously doubt it.

New York congresswoman AOC appears to literally be in tears over unaccompanied Illegal Alien youngsters in “cages” during the Trump administration, but then seems to be “All Smiles” when these same kids are involved in similar incidents, along with Child Trafficking, during the current Biden administration. Can you say, ‘Double Standard’?
Say it just ain’t so, Mr. Zuckerberg